No. Not the band. Haven't heard them. Oh, no. This is my own private little battle against the agents of propaganda and misinformation. This is a crusade.
Never in the history of human kind, other than possibly philosophical panderings, has there been such a campaign of untruth.
Even in the preeminent literature for the Cranberry at http://www.cranberries.org/cranberries/history.html they can't keep their information accurate.
"The cranberry, along with the blueberry and Concord grape, is one of North America's three native fruits that are commercially grown."
Not entirely accurate. Blackberries, muscadine grapes, and from everything I can dig up, the Raspberry are also commercially grown in the US.
"Cranberries are a unique fruit. They can only grow and survive under a very special combination of factors: they require an acid peat soil, an adequate fresh water supply, sand and a growing season that stretches from April to November, including a dormancy period in the winter months that provides an extended chilling period, necessary to mature fruiting buds."
What this means, in real life, is that the damn things require desperation to grow. You grow this if you are dire need of something edible at the latitudes it grows at. That's just agriculture 101.
Further on you get:
"Normally, growers do not have to replant since an undamaged cranberry vine will survive indefinitely. Some vines in Massachusetts are more than 150 years old."
See? The damn things are impossible to kill once established.
The nutritional benefits are comparatively negligible. A half cup of cranberries have 10% of the daily requirements for Vitamin C. A half cup of lemon juice is 100%.
That's the first nutritional myth dispelled...
Monday, September 7, 2009
Music
I can't quite define my life by the songs or music I've listened to. The main reason for this is because I love the vast majority of the medium. When I make that statement I must stress that I'm talking about several thousand years of notes.
I hate contemporary rap. And country. For very different reasons. But oddly similar at the same time.
I can hear dog whistles (more like feel them, but it hurts, regardless), and deep, loud bass, is similarly disconcerting. It's like a pile-driver on the ears. Like rumbling large diesel trucks, on the low end, or chalk on blackboards on the high end. People running their fingers on paper bags is just an empathic response to what I would feel if I had done it, feeling tendrils of electricity all up my arm..
Contemporary rap, for some reason, seems to have mostly dropped off the long end of the pier. I think much like the big hair bands of the early to mid-80s were a response to the "hard rock" of the late 60s and 70s, rap's original message has become lost in the deluge of sycophants and commerce.
I liked what's probably considered old school rap from the likes of NWA and Ice-T. They took what was for them a limited budget squeezed together some social commentary. Lil' Wayne's done some good work ala Beastie Boys's "You've got to fight to party" with "Lollipop". The fact the irony is lost on most is exactly my point. You really don't know what it is you're listening to.
In the beginning, country music couldn't do more than piece together Appalachian folk music and limited instrumentals. Much like the beginnings of rap, it was all about what could be gotten ahold of. Where folk music, bluegrass, and country really diverged is for people sitting on more paper than I'll ever acknowledge having. All I really get is that I like Folk, only usually enjoy live bluegrass, and strongly dislike country.
I think Tom Petty said it best:
"Real country music, not what they call country today, which is basically a bad rock band with a fiddle."
Real rap music, not what they call rap today, which is basically a heavy techno beat with a trumped up bass rhythm.
It's appealing for the moolah. Don't get me wrong. I get that, it just makes my head feel like I've just sobered up after a week long bender. Twenty minutes after listening to this crap, I have to leave the room. If I last that long.
I hate contemporary rap. And country. For very different reasons. But oddly similar at the same time.
I can hear dog whistles (more like feel them, but it hurts, regardless), and deep, loud bass, is similarly disconcerting. It's like a pile-driver on the ears. Like rumbling large diesel trucks, on the low end, or chalk on blackboards on the high end. People running their fingers on paper bags is just an empathic response to what I would feel if I had done it, feeling tendrils of electricity all up my arm..
Contemporary rap, for some reason, seems to have mostly dropped off the long end of the pier. I think much like the big hair bands of the early to mid-80s were a response to the "hard rock" of the late 60s and 70s, rap's original message has become lost in the deluge of sycophants and commerce.
I liked what's probably considered old school rap from the likes of NWA and Ice-T. They took what was for them a limited budget squeezed together some social commentary. Lil' Wayne's done some good work ala Beastie Boys's "You've got to fight to party" with "Lollipop". The fact the irony is lost on most is exactly my point. You really don't know what it is you're listening to.
In the beginning, country music couldn't do more than piece together Appalachian folk music and limited instrumentals. Much like the beginnings of rap, it was all about what could be gotten ahold of. Where folk music, bluegrass, and country really diverged is for people sitting on more paper than I'll ever acknowledge having. All I really get is that I like Folk, only usually enjoy live bluegrass, and strongly dislike country.
I think Tom Petty said it best:
"Real country music, not what they call country today, which is basically a bad rock band with a fiddle."
Real rap music, not what they call rap today, which is basically a heavy techno beat with a trumped up bass rhythm.
It's appealing for the moolah. Don't get me wrong. I get that, it just makes my head feel like I've just sobered up after a week long bender. Twenty minutes after listening to this crap, I have to leave the room. If I last that long.
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